Forever Odd: An Odd Thomas Novel
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I see dead people. But then, by God, I do something about it. Odd Thomas never asked for his special ability. He’s just an ordinary guy trying to live a quiet life in the small desert town of Pico Mundo. Yet he feels an obligation to do right by his otherworldly confidants, and that’s why he’s won hearts on both sides of the divide between life and death. But when a childhood friend disappears, Odd discovers something worse than a dead body and embarks on a heart-stopping battle of will and wits with an enemy of exceptional cunning. In the hours to come there can be no innocent bystanders, and every sacrifice can tip the balance between despair and hope.
You’re invited on an unforgettable journey through a world of terror and transcendence to wonders beyond imagining. And you can have no better guide than Odd Thomas.
prayed. The prosecution failed to get him on second-degree murder. He was convicted of manslaughter. If that particular jury could be reconstituted and polled, no doubt it would unanimously support the change from Braves to Gila Monsters. “Turn right at the next corner,” I advised the chief. As the consequence of a conviction for assault involving a violent altercation in prison, Simon Makepeace had served his full sentence for manslaughter and a shorter term for the second offense. He had
worried about the TV news lady. What kind of person can deliver such terrifying news—and then smile? If I ever did open a white paneled door and get skewered through the throat, the iron pike—or whatever—would probably be wielded by that anchorwoman. I reached the next open door, stepped into the light, crossed the threshold. No victim, no killer. The things we worry about the most are never the things that bite us. The sharpest teeth always take their nip of us when we are looking the other
is Cheval Robert.” Robert glowered at the candles on the table. “Andre and Robert Cheval,” I said. “Brothers?” “Cheval is not their last name,” she said, “as you well know. Cheval means ‘horse.’ As you well know.” “Horse Andre and Horse Robert,” I said. “Lady, I have to tell you, even considering the strange life I lead, all this is getting too weird for me.” “If you show me spirits, and everything I want to see, I might not have them kill you, after all. Wouldn’t you like to be my Cheval
I examined Terri’s phone, which Datura had hammered against the bathroom counter. When I flipped the phone open, the screen brightened. I would have been heartened if it had presented a logo, a recognizable image, or data of some kind. Instead, there was only a meaningless blue-and-yellow mottle. I keyed in seven digits, Chief Porter’s mobile number, but they did not appear on the screen. I pressed SEND and listened. Nothing. Had I lived a century earlier, I might have fiddled with scraps of
silence in the matter of the stalking lion could not be entirely justified by the fact that I was literally under the gun. If we rely upon the tao with which we’re born, we always know what is the right thing to do in any situation, the good thing not for our bank accounts or for ourselves, but for our souls. We are tempted from the tao by self-interest, by base emotions and passions. I believe that I can honestly say I did not hate Datura, though I had reason to, but certainly I detested her.